Looking through those bars he snorts in disgust, how the hell did this happen to him. Was he really that slow that he would get caught so easily. And where was the one person who had his back, not their anymore. Laying on the bed he's stare, not at anything important but just looking. Maybe it would make the betrayal go away, the hurt of abandonment cease. But something was wrong, he knew it and it was eating at him. He would visit him not everyday, but not so shortly like he did now and that was what was eating him. He saw the bruises and knew he would kill if needed but now he only has it to wait and cry in pain. Two years seems like forever when the one who needs you is being hurt or worse. Time goes by and still no sound he worries the dead are the only ones who stop showing or a complete bastard. He doesn't know witch one is worse. He hopes like hell he is wrong. He can't be wrong not with the person he cares for the most is getting hurt.

Today is a surprise, he gets a visit from him, " you look like hell" he whispers looking at the man across from him. " you don't look good yourself" the respond is but is seems that is all they do. Reaching out he caresses the face gently touching a bruise that wasn't their the last time he came. A gloved hand on top of his hand gently holding the warmth of a strong bond. Slowly bringing that hand to lips softly kissing as if to apologize for something. Letting go Getting up to leave but he grabs his wrist blue eyes stare through yellow glass at brown pulls him into a kiss that neither had foreseen. It hits home how wrong yet so right this felt and just like that its gone nothing but silence and he's gone. Sitting in his cell he traces his lips with his finger, still tasting him from earlier.

His name is Markie Wylde, but know he feels younger then he is and it scares him, maybe when he gets out he can protect the one he loves until then he is in his own hell. But he remembers one thing lying curled up on that bed. Out of all the lies that were said he knew who he meant these words to but that person would never hear them

I'm sorry, I love you